Lyrics:
of the universe
Yeah
A hippie called john henry
A burnt out acid tripper
Yeah yeah yeah
A symbol and a brush stroke
And a barstool for a throne
Encino,
my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt, I like crackin' brews with bitches
Mrs Henry had a baby
Called the little bastard John
Said one of these days you're gonna spread your wings
So let's build you strong
It's a means
pets
A mic, better snatch it
Record, gotta scratch it
A loop, better catch it
The blunt, better ash it
Who want to see me erupt?
Like I had beans, tacos,
barefootin' we're barefootin' we're barefootin' we're barefootin'
Everybody be barefootin' take your shoes off
Little John Henry he said to Sue if I barefoot
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Lil John Henry he said to Sue
If I can barefoot, you can barefoot too
Sue told John, I can get out here and groove
I was barefootin
the club, out here looking for blood
I hit the blunt, Purple bud, out here looking for sluts
It's a real dark world, slowly losing my trust
You all about
disrespect and gettin' checked like the top of the month
I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as fuck
And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr.
Hello
Henry Fielding: Tittle-tattle Tittle-tattle...
Lawrence Sterne: Hello
Mary Wolstencraft: Vindicated!
Jane Austen: Here I am!
Sir Walter Scott:
to the cookout
I be rolling I be blazing
Eyes low, like A asian
Roll A blunt, light it, face it
Life is great I feel amazing
Ain't the one with all that
yah yah yah
Me so immerso dentro a un buco de na cartina già girata
Quer giardino che se insipra, me faccio canne a cannonata
Pio solo joint, blunt,
el blunt, el shot de pitorro
A los problemas cabron yo nunca les corro
A los ratones del mapa los borro
Si eres un chota hasta los de la tercera edad
you niggas ain't built to last
You somethin' I step on, bitch nigga, your ass is grass (your ass is grass)
Like the blunt, you got puffed on, bitch
petite, but when I pull up, Charger body wide
We treat the opp block like a Playground, all we do is slide
And I put opps inside my blunt, like I'm tryna
And you got a gun, so why the fuck is you runnin'
Just want some new dubs cause I love thumbin' Smoked a Halloween blunt, now my lungs thumpin
Smoked
so hold on, hold on
I wanna hit the blunt, put the pause on...
...Okay, I'm all done
Beastin' for the money, if I see it then I'm paws on
Feast is
I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo
And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero
Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill,
'Ye, ’Ye, 'Ye, 'Ye, ’Ye
'Ye, 'Ye, 'Ye, 'Ye, 'Ye
Let me mask up America
Kill the country, spark a blunt
Make it spiritual let me mask up America
Kill
was his target, just to let you know
to make it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual
he was all about peace, nothin more or less
always headed for your head,
a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's
for the common man
Martin van Buren was nicknamed Little Van
William Henry Harrison, in a month had died
Number 10, John Tyler, struggled to preside
be really high (dope, dope, dope)
Foreign truck, bitch, it ain't nothin' basic (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoked the whole blunt, bitch said, "Why you
barefootin', barefootin', barefootin'
Lil John Henry told Peggy Sue, if I barefoot would you barefoot too
Sue told John, "I'll take you to school, I been
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